Difficult to quit

12

Wanhe Group headquarters, Li's high-level meeting.

The Li family is a century-old famous family. The family history has continued since ancient times. From Li Ze's generation, it has been divided into two branches, one in politics and one in business.

The branch of business is currently under the control of Li Ze, who established Wanhe Group, which involves real estate, shopping malls, shopping malls, hotels and other industries. Li Qingxiang was helpless, and many of Li Ze's business was in the hands of his second son, Li Qinghai.

But Li Qinghai was also uneasy, and went to create some kind of Yihai Entertainment Media by himself. His family's serious business was not enough for him to toss about, and he had to go to the muddy waters of the entertainment industry. Li Ze felt a headache when he thought of this.

Even today's high-level meeting, Li Qinghai was almost late. Li Ze sat at the head of the conference room and sent disapproving eyes to Li Qinghai.

Li Qinghai nodded slightly to meet his gaze, then lowered his head and returned his attention to the phone.

Xiao Chen reported the situation to him, saying that Zhuang Yi refused to go to "Star News" to make up the shoot, and decided on the shooting location and style himself.

He grew up and had his own mind.

Li Qinghai couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and replied "Yes".

The meeting here lasted until 01:30 noon. The cafeteria of Wanhe headquarters prepared a light meal. Li Qinghai went there with the executives of the head office and the heads of the subsidiaries. shooting.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Li Ze stopped him.

"Dad," Li Qinghai called someone, "There is still something to do at Yihai, I have to go back."

He was not very happy about Li Ze in advance, he frowned and said, "Qinghai, that company of yours is just for fun, Wanhe has such a big family business here, you should pay more attention."

Li Qinghai smiled lightly and shook his head, "Dad, if there is anything Wanhe needs from me, you can just mention it. When the elder brother comes back, I will hand it over to him. I have to have my own business, right?"

here we go again.Li Ze was secretly annoyed.

Every time he mentioned this topic, Li Qinghai always had this attitude.Li Qingyang stayed in England and didn't come back. The remaining two illegitimate sons, one valued family property more than anything else, and the other didn't care about family property at all, which caused a severe headache.

Is it really a sin I did when I was young?There are quite a few sons, none of whom can be trusted, and when they are old, they have to manage the company's affairs by themselves, and there is no hope of retiring at all.

Li Ze sighed inwardly, and was pulled over by the vice president for a few words. When he turned around, Li Qinghai had already left, without giving him a chance to say a few more words.

Li Ze: "..."

Heartbroken, I didn't want to go home anymore, so I sent Yang Ping a WeChat message and took her to a candlelight dinner at night. My son slipped away quickly, but his mother was quite patient with him anyway.

When Li Qinghai left the Wanhe headquarters, the car was parked at the gate, Xiao Chen quickly walked a few steps to open the back seat door for him, and Li Qinghai stepped into the car.

The driver started the car, and Xiao Chen reported the situation to him: "Zhuang Yi proposed to go to the school to shoot, and negotiated with X University to rent a classroom temporarily, and then randomly took some scenes on the campus."

Li Qinghai nodded, "Has the photography been arranged?"

Xiao Chen: "Don't worry, boss, everything has been arranged, even today's car has been specially replaced! Yesterday's Cayenne was sent for maintenance, and Zhuang Yi will not see it in a short time."

Li Qinghai glanced at him, "Shut up."

Xiao Chen: "Oh."

He turned his gaze to Li Qinghai's right hand and was taken aback, "Boss, why is your hand so swollen? Go to the hospital to have a look!"

Li Qinghai looked down, "No, it's fine."

Xiao Chen didn't dare to listen to him that he was fine, so he asked the driver to stop the car at the door of the pharmacy, ran in and bought anti-swelling spray to spray Li Qinghai all over.

I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, the boss drank too much and stayed at that little artist's house for a night, why is his right hand swollen today?

The car drove all the way to the gate of X, Li Qinghai raised his legs and walked in, and Xiao Chen followed behind.

X University is Li Qinghai's alma mater, the best university in city B. It is located in Dongcheng District of city B. It occupies a vast area and has beautiful scenery.

Because the activity of "Cha Classmate Youth" is aimed at the campus style, Li Qinghai has arranged with the school in advance, and he can rent the classroom of X University, and he can also shoot in the school.

He is an outstanding graduate of X University who is listed on the bulletin board, and he donates a large sum of money to the school every year to support the construction. He opened his mouth about the filming in the school, and the school immediately agreed.

The theme selection activities of "Star News" sometimes need to change the participating photos due to some special reasons, and some models also want to take outdoor photos, and the outdoor locations are usually contacted in advance.

Li Qinghai shuttled around the school with ease, and quickly found the rented classroom. Members of the student union helped the staff pull up a banner at the door, and there were students standing beside him watching the excitement, looking into the classroom.

"Student, please let me out, let me out!" Xiao Chen pushed aside the onlookers and squeezed a way for Li Qinghai.

A boy headed by the student union saw Li Qinghai's eyes light up, and rushed to meet him, greeting him cautiously: "Hello, senior!"

"Hello." Li Qinghai patted him on the shoulder with a smile, opened the door of the classroom and entered.

"Minister, who was that just now?" A student council officer behind asked, "Does it look familiar?"

"You don't even know about him! Li Qinghai!" The minister's gaze followed Li Qinghai's back, his eyes full of admiration, "He was a man of the hour in our school back then, and he was the host of the school celebration for three consecutive years. He is the vice chairman of the student union of the school, and he became a full-time junior in junior year; and his grades have always been among the top five in his major, and he is also a rich second generation... I heard that the girls who chased him back then could line up from the teaching building to the library!"

"Ah? Such a legend!" The little officer Xingxingyan said, "It's a pity that he only presided over three school celebrations, otherwise he would have broken Colonel X's record."

"What do you know!" The minister gave him a blank look, "That's because he was selected to go to the UK as an exchange student in his senior year, otherwise he must be the host of the school celebration."

"He is rich and talented, and he is still a top student. This person is different from others!" The little secretary was completely conquered.

Another small officer came over and gossiped: "I heard that this kind of influential person is very carefree. Did he have a bunch of girlfriends back then and changed one after another?"

The minister thought about it carefully, "I really haven't heard of this... This was what I heard from Vice Chairman Yin when I first joined the student union last year, saying that he didn't seem to have a girlfriend in school for three years, and he didn't even have an affair. nothing."

"This is a typical tall, rich and handsome man, yet he doesn't care at all!"

"It's a pity that I entered school too late, and I didn't get to witness the legend of the senior with my own eyes!"

A group of small officers sighed.

When Li Qinghai opened the door and entered, the classroom was shooting.

Zhuang Yi was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, and was writing on the desk. The sun shone through the window on his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and even his smooth hair had a faint golden light.

The young man's vermilion lips were slightly pursed, his full attention was focused on the paper, a pure black pen was held between his bony fingers, and he was seriously copying the class notes.

In the high-definition lens of the SLR camera, the handwriting on the paper was clearly presented. Li Qinghai leaned over to take a look. Zhuang Yi's handwriting was completely different from his handsome and almost beautiful appearance. as sharp.

Zhuang Yi's calligraphy was still taught by him.

When he was young, he was ignorant and spent all day in the game room of Internet cafes. Fighting and fighting were commonplace, but he knew that he had to disguise himself in front of the Li family, so he worked hard to practice calligraphy. I have to boast a few words.

At that time, Zhuang Yi's writing was just like his personality, neat and graceful, but smaller than girls' writing. Li Qinghai saw him once, and he really couldn't see it, so he taught him to write.

At the beginning, he wrote an article, and Zhuang Yi copied it, but after finishing his homework, Zhuang Yi returned to the kind of weak and small characters when he wrote his homework.

"What's wrong with your hand, the handwriting is so stupid!" Li Qinghai was annoyed, so he simply held Zhuang Yi's hand and led him, teaching him to write hand in hand.

Li Qinghai's hand is strong, wrapping Zhuang Yi's hand warmly, and leading him to write with a pen stroke by stroke. Under his guidance, a thin pen seems to have become a sharp sword, strokes and strokes There is a sharp turning point between them.

At that time, Zhuang Yi went to his house with his homework after school every day. He first took Zhuang Yi to write three articles, and then Zhuang Yi did his homework.

When he was doing his homework, he would sit next to him and play with his mobile phone, and he would glance at it from time to time. If he saw that Zhuang Yi was not working hard at writing, and he turned into that kind of small and small characters again, he would raise his hand and flick him.

Li Qinghai played the piano and fought again, his hands were strong, even if he restrained his strength, there was still a crisp sound, Zhuang Yi said "ah", dropped his pen and covered his head with his hands.

"What's in the way?" Li Qinghai snapped at him, "Hurry up and do your homework!"

"It hurts..." Zhuang Yi didn't dare to resist, let alone say no to writing, so he reasoned with him in a low voice, "Brother Qinghai, you can't keep playing me, I can't write well, just remind me."

"Reminder, how many times have I reminded you before, do you remember!" Li Qinghai gave him a sideways glance, "If it doesn't hurt, you won't have a long memory!"

Zhuang Yi curled his lips, "Then you are by the side, I am always afraid that you will play me, and I won't concentrate on my homework."

"Learn to talk back to you?" Li Qinghai stretched out his hand and rubbed him, "I've grown up, Xiao Zhuang Yi, I'm the only one who blamed you for writing such big fart characters? Huh? Your brother kindly taught you how to write, and you just like this manner?"

Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would be unreasonable and attack him, so he confessed his mistake while hiding, and let Li Qinghai push him to the ground to clean up.

Li Qinghai tidied up the man enough, then pulled him up again, "Let me see the head."

He took Zhuang Yi's hand away, held his chin with one hand and lifted it up slightly, and saw that the child's smooth forehead was flushed, and with watery eyes, he looked a little pitiful.

Li Qinghai stretched out his hand to rub him, and finally gave him a light slap. This was considered as the end of rubbing, and he said arrogantly: "It doesn't hurt anymore, hurry up and do my homework, I can go to play games after I finish my homework, every day Yes, how much time will I spend playing games?"

Zhuang Yi sighed, and couldn't reason with him, so he lowered his head and continued to write his homework.

His side was quiet. Li Qinghai felt bored after playing with his mobile phone for a while. He opened QQ to read the news. There was a girl from the same school who added him as a friend. Li Qinghai passed it. a paragraph.

At that time, the screen of the mobile phone was small, and Li Qinghai felt a headache when he saw the long composition. He quickly pressed the down button a few times and read it at a glance. Finally, he saw this sentence at the end: I think you are very handsome when you fight. Are you dating me?

Where are you, you don't even say your name, and you're going to get married after you post a short composition?

Li Qinghai was about to delete friends with a flick of his finger, then paused, raised his hand and pushed Zhuang Yi, "Little Zhuang Yi, someone confessed to my brother again, your brother will practice calligraphy with you every day, you still don't write well, Are you sorry bro?"

Zhuang Yi was solving the equation, so he dealt with him casually, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll write it down."

Li Qinghai was very dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude, "You don't believe me, you see, here, write me a love letter!"

Zhuang Yi didn't even raise his head, "It's amazing."

Li Qinghai got angry, "You didn't watch it at all, are you just fooling your brother?"

"Didn't you tell me to do my homework quickly?" Zhuang Yi calculated quickly in his hands, and he still had to comfort him, "I'll read it after I finish my homework."

Li Qinghai scratched his head, unable to vent his depression, and finally said: "Then you also have to write me a love letter, it costs eight hundred—no, one thousand words!"

"Write, write, write," Zhuang Yi responded immediately. He was about to reach the critical point, and he wanted to calm Li Qinghai quickly, "I'll write you one thousand and five, okay?"

Only then was Li Qinghai satisfied, he lowered his head and deleted the girl's QQ, and continued playing his own game.

Zhuang Yi sighed secretly, and continued to calculate his own problems, while writing this matter down in his heart, and was going to write it for Li Qinghai when he finished practicing his calligraphy.

Li Qinghai just practiced according to Zhuang Yi for three months, and insisted on imposing Zhuang Yi's writing habits, from the beautiful small characters to the magnificent brushstrokes, but there was still a distance from Li Qinghai's request, and after a while Li Qinghai didn't stare at him for something, so he gradually put it down.

Later, it was Yang Ping who stayed at home every night for no reason, then Wen Yajing came to live with her parents, and later, it was Li Qinghai who returned to the Li family, and the two separated for seven years.

In the end, I didn't see the love letter that Zhuang Yi promised.

Li Qinghai regained his senses, and his eyes turned from the camera to the young man who was writing at the desk.

Xiao Chen also came over to take a look, and couldn't help being surprised: "This word is written, why, it looks so familiar?" In front of the photographer, he didn't dare to directly say the word that resembled Li Qinghai.

Li Qinghai glanced at him lightly, Xiao Chen immediately shut up, but couldn't help but cast a few more glances at that word.

He finds Li Qinghai to sign and approve documents every day, and he will never admit his mistake. Although there are still differences between the words written by Zhuang Yi and Li Qinghai's, the beginning and end are exactly the same, as if they were copied from the same copybook for many years. Same.

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